During my eighth grade year I had gone through changes that I never thought I would. I let my guard down and allowed someone to absolutely destroy me emotionally. I started to hurt myself physically and for years I would continue to believe that everything was my fault. Constantly staying up late always wondering why I would ever let anyone or even anything make me feel the way I did. I felt horrible and as if I were a horrible person. No matter how many amazing people I had in my life, I always felt like I had nothing to be happy for. As the years would go by, I of course, would talk about how great I was doing, how happy I was, and how whatever happened to me in eighth grade was over and I was no longer hurt anymore. It has been roughly four
